


oh dear, never saw you coming

by Amie33



Category: Doctor Who (2005)
Genre: F/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-09-25
Updated: 2016-09-25
Packaged: 2018-08-17 06:47:08
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,583
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8134189
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Amie33/pseuds/Amie33
Summary: How the Doctor fell in love with River Song (a series of moments)  - for the river doctor ficathon





	

**Author's Note:**

  * For [cmartlover](https://archiveofourown.org/users/cmartlover/gifts).



> I have to word strong enough to say how sorry I am for the enormous delay... Here it is at last.  
> Title from _The tip of my tongue_ , the Civil wars

Nothing was planned. River. Falling in love with her. He’s very good with plans, he makes plans all the time to save his life, his companions, or the whole universe. They always appear to him right when he needs them, like he can suddenly put together all the pieces of an unknown puzzle. They are clear, obvious, solutions that guide his steps. He likes plans. 

Of course his whole life isn’t planned and he also likes to let his intuition decides - whether it is to find a new companion or to choose what ice-cream flavour he’s gonna eat next. Sometimes he doesn’t have to decide anything and fate comes in the way (though what he calls fate is sometimes just the Tardis sending him where he needs to be). And then there’s River. 

River who falls on him on a perfect normal day and smashes all his plans to pieces. Incredible, mysterious, brave, wonderful River who crashes onto his life and drives it to a path he has never considered. River, with her bright smile and her sad eyes, holding his future in a blue diary and a lethal pair of wires, wiping all his certainties out the moment she whispers into his ears. River, so alive but already dead, running to him while his own destiny slips away from his hands. Professor, Doctor, her titles not as terrifying as the rumours he hears about what she could be - his lover, his wife. 

He doesn’t want anything she hands to him. She talks about a version of him he doesn’t know, feelings he has no knowledge of, a future he has never dreamt about. He doesn’t want to see her, doesn’t want to be reminded of what he hasn’t lived yet. He fights her, he’s angry with her, he refuses to follow her rules: for him, she’s just the memory of his failure, another person he couldn’t save, a debt he couldn’t pay. Why would he even fall in love with her?

Of course he’s wrong. Of course he can fight, as hard as he can, but he will only loose. Of course he can deny it, pretend he doesn’t care, act as if she has no influence, but the result will be the same. He can and he tries, but there are things even a Time-lord has no power on. 

As time goes by his hearts eventually make him change his mind.

x.

There’s an attraction he can’t explain, his body irresistibly drawn to hers and he can’t do anything to fight it. More than once he finds himself reaching towards her, leaning against her, every inch of his skin looking into her direction. He can’t remember when it starts, there’s just a moment when he happens to find himself always touching her. It’s like his body knows, before he even starts thinking about it, that they are bound to be and that eventually the only outcome of their meetings would be him falling for her. 

There are all those gestures he starts, even at the very beginning of their story. Her nose is the first thing to catch his attention. Wherever and whenever they are, whatever they are doing, there’s always a time when he has to come next to her, hands fidgeting while he pretends to resist, before he eventually gives up. His fingers point into her direction while he leans just a bit closer, preferably while saying something very important and very clever (which he knows she finds very attractive), and then reach for their goal. 

It all happens very fast, not more than a second, but at the same time he can see all the details of the gesture and it seems to last an eternity. How her eyes follow the movement of his hands, focusing on his digits as they approach. Her lips curl just so, almost against her will, in the most amazing smile. Her skin shivers, her whole body preparing to meet with his. There’s a moment of perfection, right before he touches her, when they are both craving for the contact but enjoying the thrill of anticipation, his eyes locked on the curve of her nose and hers staring at his hands. 

There’s the touch itself, just a fragment of second when the end of his fingers bop on her nose that always wrinkles. It’s like a jolt of electricity passes between their bodies, a familiar tingle that feels like home. 

If the future can be remembered, then he’s sure it’s through moments like that. It’s not only the way she looks at him, like he’s her whole universe and one day she will be his. His skin knows, his cells scream, his entire body remembers. She is more than a companion passing by, she is more than a mystery to solve or a friend to be. She will drag him into dangers he can’t imagine. She will push him into the darkest corners of the universe and he will willingly follow, because she will also be able to bring him the brightest of days and the sweetest of nights. One day he will be totally consumed by her and he won’t regret a thing. 

Except maybe it’s not the future, it’s already his present, and all these memories start now.

x.

“If we revert the polarity of the compressor and hack it into the neutron core, it will break the balance of the quantum system and the magnetic field should be down enough time for us to get out.”

He opens his mouth to correct her sentence but of course she’s right, like the eighteen previous times she has made their escape plan. And suddenly he realises how clever she is - he knew it before, has always known from the day he met her, but somehow he has always underestimated her knowledge. Now, here, he fully understands his mistake. She’s not just some normal human or any genius scientist, she’s more than that. She can see things and understand them faster than anyone, better than anyone, almost as fast and as well as he does. 

She’s clever and it makes her even more attractive than everything he knows about her.

“Or maybe it’ll explode and we’ll get killed, though the chances are only 1.3 to 1,000,” she corrects herself but he just stares at her.

“Okay, maybe 1.4. If you want to be exact, 1.43287.” She has taken his silence for a teasing and he realises then his brain has totally stopped and that he hasn’t said a thing for the past seconds (he can’t even say how many seconds it’s been; it’s frightening how she can make him lost his senses just by the little things she does).

“It’s closer to 1.8,” he finally finds something to reply and she frowns, calculating again. 

“No. 1.43287. How do you manage to find 1.8?”

“You forgot to take into account the fact that I’m always more in trouble when I’m close to you.”

She chuckles at his words before correcting him. “It must be 2.1 then. Maybe even 2.5.” She looks at the computer they are trying to hack before she adds: “What if we find out?”

She grabs his screwdriver and sonics the compressor she has just talked about. He can’t help but stare again as she works, totally familiar with what she’s doing, calibrating the settings of the screwdriver like she has made it her whole life (and maybe she has). He doesn’t even try to fight and do it by himself, he knows that her calculus would be absolutely correct and the manipulation perfect.

“Ready?” she asks when she’s finished and he nods. 

She puts the compressor back in its place and for a fraction of second they both hold their breath. The lights flicker and the main computer trembles, threatening, but eventually it just stops and turns out. Nothing explodes

“I told you the chances were short,” she winks at him. “Now I’ll say we have about a minute before someone realises what’s happening. Come on.”

They just have the time to turn their backs and head towards the door before the alarm starts ringing, footsteps echoing in the corridor.

“Okay, I lied,” River admits with a smile. “We don’t have more than ten seconds before we got caught.”

“More than we need,” he smiles back, already planning an escape that she will undoubtedly improve.

x.

“If you touch her or harm her in any way, even if you just think about it, I swear I will…”

“What? What do you think you can do, little man?”

The giant looks away from River, which already makes the Doctor feel better. He still has to find a solution to free them from the wooden sticks they are currently tied to, escape the dozen-feet-high giant who has them imprisoned and is now about to torture them, flee from his castle and find a way back to the Tardis, but knowing River is safe for a few seconds seems like a good start.

“I am Gongtur the Magnificent,” the giant continues, “I have killed more people in my life than there are stars in the sky, what makes you think you can threaten me?”

“I am the Doctor,” he replies, not intimidating by the savage slaughterer. “The Oncoming Storm and the Destroyer of Worlds. I have blown up entire planets and erased complete civilisations. Some languages have forbidden the word because it only brings fear and despair, while others have named volcanoes and hurricanes after me, wasted lands so devastated I am the only one that could have created them. Cry my name in a battlefield and half the men would run away to save their life while the other half would bend and pray for my mercy. The few who have ever dared to stand in my way are either dead or ruined and crazy. I bring fire, I bring destruction and death. If you’re a tiny bit clever, you don’t want to make an enemy of me.”

He tried to keep his voice calm and cold but inside he is burning. The giant is now right in front of him and the Doctor is focusing his attention on him, not daring to look at River. The solution isn’t coming, he still has no idea how to get away. Gongtur doesn’t seem to be impressed at all by his speech, showing all his teeth to him as he smiles and lets out a long fetid breath.

“And so? You’ll risk your reputation just because you’re trying to protect her? What if I don’t care and I kill her, what are you going to do? Kill me? How do you think you can do that, while you’re tied up here?”

“I won’t. Killing you would be too gentle of a revenge. I will chase you. I will run after you, wherever you hide in the universe. I will track down everything you have, everything you like. I will find all that matters to you and bring them down, until you have nothing, until you  _ are _ nothing and you come to me, begging me to end your life.”

He sounds so convincing he almost gets scared of himself. Despite all his morals, he knows he will do it. Of course he knows Gongtur will never be able to kill River because it’s not the day she dies, but if he harms her there is nothing in the world that will stop the Doctor from making him pay. The only thought of her being hurt is unbearable, it wakes a strange instinct from him to protect her, whatever it costs. He could lose everything but right now he doesn’t care because all the pain and suffering are nothing compared to the terror of imagining she could be hurt.

Gongtur isn’t impressed though and instead of running away or at least hesitating like most of his enemies would do, he only bends and laughs. He laughs, the most horrible gurgle the Doctor has ever heard. He laughs until he almost cries, long seconds before he abruptly stops, bending closer to the Doctor with a dark and terrifying look of defiance in his eyes.

“Try me.”

Before the Doctor can react the giant turns away, hand up as he aims to slap River with force. The Doctor strangles a cry, his hearts stopping as he watches the giant’s fingers approaching her face, the digits as big as one of her arms, ready to hit. 

But the hit never comes. Instead his hand falls, dropping on the ground, its fingers trembling as their nervous connections to the giant’s arm are broken. 

“Never play with me,” River claims then with a cold, terrifying tone. In her free hand is shining the laser she has just used to cut out the giant’s wrist. 

Gongtur screams, both in pain and in anger, and she takes opportunity of his surprise to completely free herself before running to the Doctor who’s watching her with bewilderment.

“Thank you, Sweetie, you distracted him just enough time” she whispers as she cuts his rope but he can’t reply anything. He’s overwhelmed with relief, not because he’s free but because she’s safe, and if he thinks about it she has never been in danger because she has always had a plan, while he couldn’t find anything. He wants to hug her and kiss her and never let her go, and it’s the first time this urge is so strong.

It happens he can’t do any of it because Gongtur is finally coming back to his senses, holding his bloody arm as a hammer as he rushes in their direction.

“Run!” The Doctor cries and grabs River’s hand, holding to her more tightly than usual as they exit the room, the giant screaming behind them. His hearts beat fast in his chest as he realises what has just happened. Today he has understood he will never bear something happening to River - it will feel like a part of his life would die, a part he is willingly to give if it’s the price to pay for running with her. 

x.

They have been on the road the whole day long. They were in the Tardis, discussing about which neighbour of Boston they have landed in ( _ arguing _ about it would be more accurate) and he must have pushed the wrong button in his haste to prove he was right because the next thing he knew they were teleported thousands of miles away, in the middle of Texas. Without the Tardis, of course.

It would be an euphemism to say River was cross about that.

He tried to turn his mistake into an opportunity, “Let’s have a road trip, River,” and “you see it’ll be fun, River!”, and eventually she agreed with an “Okay but I’ll drive. And choose the car.” Which she did. A wonderful red convertible she stole in a parking, and he tried not to scold her about that. “Don’t worry, I’m not stealing it, I’m  _ borrowing  _ it.”

He has  _ borrowed  _ a Tardis once, he perfectly knew what that word stood for.

Yet it is hard to stay angry with River for long and soon he forgot everything about his morals as they drove at high speed in the middle of the road, wind in their hair and sun on their skin. River turned the music on, a bit too loud for his liking but it was part of the game, and he sung terrible songs with her as miles and miles disappeared behind them. It was different from everything they have done together so far, and it was a good different. No danger, no deadly threats over their heads, no one to save, the only adventure the choice of turning right or left at crossroads. It was more common and domestic than the Doctor was used to do, but he was doing it with River and somehow it seemed to make everything more interesting. 

Now it’s the middle of the night and after hours and hours they both agree to stop and try to get a bit of sleep. They pick up the next motel along the highway and the Doctor flashing his psychic paper is enough for them to get a free room. 

“I’m taking the shower,” River says as he takes in the basic room. A table and a chair in a corner, facing a small cupboard, anonymous frames on the wall and a bed taking most of the space. “I need to get rid of all this sand and dust in my hair.”

“There’s only one bed,” he points out as she kicks off her boots.

“Perfectly fine for me.” She must be really tired because she doesn’t even give him one of these sad looks she usually has when he says something that reminds her of how early he is in their story. Instead she just disappears in the bathroom and lets him alone and facing all the possibilities of this bed they have to share. 

He’s not good at that and somehow he’s still a bit unsure about how River makes him feel, about all the things he knows he will do for her, with her - he can feel them coming, tickling at the back of his neck each time he looks at her, each time he hears her voice or finds himself thinking about her. He knows he’s too far away on this road to turn around and go back to the start, but he doesn’t feel ready to discover it all just now. So as the sound of the shower on comes to his ear he decides he must run away from it just a bit. Plus he’s sat all day long and he needs to walk a bit. 

Outside the air is fresh as he likes. He walks without any plan, letting his feet decide where to go. He finds a cat in the parking and have a talk with him, ignoring as a couple walks past them and looks at him like they think he’s crazy. The man from room 36 has an issue with his television and he helps him fix it, pretending he doesn’t see what channel was on before he hastily changes it for National Geographic. He collects stones in the backyard, grey, pink and yellow, before he realises it’s not as funny as the time he found himself on an excavation site with River and he played archaeology a bit. Eventually he gives up and walks back to her.

The room is dark and silent when he comes back, the only sound River’s calm breathing as she sleeps. She has let half of the bed free for him; it’s too tempting and he’s too tired to resist. He removes his shoes as silently as possible, lays his bowtie on the bedside table and carefully hangs his jacket on the chair before sneaking under the covers. River doesn’t wake up as he moves to find a comfortable position and before he can think about it he also finds himself falling asleep.

It’s something tickling his nose that wakes him up. He tries to wrinkle, hoping it’ll be enough for it to stop, but it doesn’t help. He wrinkles another time because he’s in this half-awake half-asleep state that feels perfect, not wanting to move yet. When it doesn’t work better the second time he tries to ignore it but the tickling seems to get worse and it distracts him from falling back asleep. Giving up he reluctantly moves a hand to try and scratch his nose but finds he can’t. There’s a weight on his arm he doesn’t remember being there before and soon he realises it’s not only his arm, there’s something warm and comfy all upon him.

He cracks an eye open to discover his view is blocked by a crown of blond curls, and it’s one of them that’s currently brushing against his nose. By what he can guess River has wrapped herself around him during their sleep, her head cushioned on his chest while her arms and legs are thrown upon his own legs and middle. Her breathing is slow and calm, she seems to be fine in that position despite the awkward angles their bodies make. 

Somehow, he realises he’s perfectly fine too.

As it happens, he’s absolutely comfortable. Once he manages to push away the strand of hair that is bothering him, he realises how good it feels. River is warm, her weight pleasant, and somehow she seems to fit perfectly against his own body. He enjoys her presence and how familiar she is with him, how she must trust him to find herself totally at ease like that. It’s far from all the possibilities that crosses his mind the previous night. There’s nothing frightening, nothing embarrassing. In fact, he likes it a lot. 

River finds him smiling when she eventually wakes up, apologising for having moved during the night. He shushes her with a finger on her lips and his heartbeat increases for a brief second when she kisses the top of it. She doesn’t do more though, jumping out of bed and gathering her things. 

“Come on, we still have a long road.”

It comes to him that she knows exactly how to act with him, even this young, a right amount of teasing and promises but not too much, and he realises she knows perfectly how to make him fall for her, even in reverse.

x.

The Ponds are the first to understand. Before he realises it, before he admits it to himself, his friends guess and they try to make him see. 

“Doctor? Why is there a shrunken head in my wardrobe?”

Amy is standing in front of him in the console room, hands on her hips and in her bathrobe, her hair still damp from the shower she must have just gone out of. 

“It’s River’s,” he answers, looking up from the levers he’s fidgeting with. As the girl frowns he realises what he’s just said and corrects himself with a wave. “Not River’s head of course, her head is still in its place, I wouldn’t let anyone take it out from her, but it’s  _ hers _ . She found it and kept it. For archaeological purposes, you see?”

“I can see yes, but why is it in  _ my _ wardrobe?”

He opens his mouth to reply but is interrupted by Rory coming in with a question of his own.

“I’m sorry, but do you happen to know why there’s a warning sign on my bag that says  _ don’t touch or it might explode _ ?”

As Amy looks at him with angry eyes, the Doctor smiles what he hopes to be a reassuring smile.

“It’s River,” he explains. “She had some nuclear dynamite she needed to store. For archaeological purposes, you see?”

“Okay…” Rory replies, before understanding what has just been said. “Wait, did you say  _ nuclear _ dynamite? Like in a nuclear explosion?”

The Doctor smiles even more, his hands joining in a nervous gesture, his fingers wrapping and unwrapping quickly. “Yes.” At Rory’s opened mouth he adds, “But don’t worry it’s perfectly safe.”

“There’s nuclear dynamite in my bag, of course I worry.”

“It’s just a question of days. River will come back and take them soon.”

“River, River, River,” Amy sighs, not even trying to argue about the dangerous exploding device. “Why doesn’t she put her things in her room or yours instead of  _ ours _ ?”

The Doctor gulps and his hands freeze. “Well, there’s been an issue with my room.”

“An issue?” The Ponds both reply in time. “What kind of issue?”

“Let’s say there was more dynamite and it accidentally…” he lowers his voice at the confession. “It might have explode.”

“River blew up your room?”

“Yes. Maybe. A bit. Nothing that the Tardis can’t fix. What do you think I’m doing?” He goes back to his work on the console, hoping the Ponds will have enough of an explanation for today. Unfortunately it’s not working.

“You must be truly madly in love with her.”

He jolts at the words, knocking his head on the scanner as he does.

“Ouch. What? No!” he protests. “Amy, I’m not  _ in love _ with River Song. I’m not in love with nobody.”

“You let her blow up your room. And who knows what else.”

“What?” he shakes his head at the double entendre, refusing to think about anything like that. “Of course I don’t let her blow anything up. It was an accident!”

“And last week it was the bathroom. And the week before half the lab was dissolved because of an experiment you made with her. And before that we lost all the shoes because of a bet she was involved into.”

“Amy’s got a point,” Rory insists while the Doctor shakes his head even more. 

“It doesn’t prove anything.”

“You escape every night to see her - don’t think we haven’t realised it. When we were at Barcelona you spent all your time saying how she would have loved it. On the ice-cream planet you bought every flavours you thought she might like and we found ourselves carrying half a ton of it. You compared a star system to her hair on Monday. You said her name something like seventeen times yesterday and the number grows bigger everyday.”

“It doesn’t prove anything,” he repeats, lower this time, a blush forming on his cheeks that he can’t stop.

“You love her.”

“I don’t,” he whispers. He tries to focus on the console again, and this time it seems to work as both the Ponds eventually sigh and stop harassing him with embarrassing and ridiculous statements like who he loves. 

“Right, okay, you want to deny it, it’s your choice. But can you please tell her not to put her disgusting or dangerous archaeological stuff in our room again?”

“You’ll be able to tell her by yourself, I invited her for dinner,” he states with a bright smile, and as the Ponds chuckle in unison he realises they got him. Again.

“It’s just dinner, I’m not in love with her,” he grumbles. 

It’s a fight he’s gonna lose and he perfectly knows it.

x.

He’s just passing in the corridor and he doesn’t even know she’s in the Tardis until he hears her voice. He can’t help but smile as he recognises her and he prepares himself to meet her, straightening his bowtie and running a hand into his hair, when he understands what she’s saying and it stops him. 

“He doesn’t love me.”

The words make him freeze, waking a sensation he hasn’t realised he was feeling.

“I think he does,” Amy protests with a convincing tone and he silently thanks his friend to take his defense.

“Not this Doctor,” River continues the confession, still unaware of his presence. “Maybe in the future, when he’s older and knows me better. But right now he doesn’t love me. “

The feeling is here again. This second time he knows what it is though, as he realises he wants nothing but to protest. “ _ Yes, of course I do.” _

“He talks about you all the time but blushes and denies it when Rory or I point it out to him,” his companion tries again.

“He likes the mystery of me. Thinks I’m a secret he has to discover. He may find me intriguing and appealing…”

“Gorgeous and sexy,” Amy cuts her.

“Probably, but who doesn’t?” River replies with a seductive voice. The girls laugh at that but the Doctor doesn’t, too absorbed by what River has said.

He wants to reply she’s wrong. Of course he finds her mysterious and that was probably one of the reasons he was attracted to her first. She knows things, secrets from his future, from  _ their _ future; if he was afraid of it once now he wants to discover them all. But there’s also who she is, what she can’t hide from him. It’s not only her physical aspects (even if he has to admit her curls and curves have a certain effect on him, and he would lie if he says he hasn’t thought about that first kiss they shared not so long ago) but also everything that made her. Her smile, her cleverness, the light in her eyes when she looks at him, the electricity that runs on their skins each time they touch, even her rage when they argue or her ability to shoot at his enemy. 

“He doesn’t love me. And maybe he never said it clearly, but there was a time when I just knew. He would look at me like I’m the most amazing thing he has ever seen, take me to the most beautiful places and promise to offer me the moon - and he did.”

“What? Offered you the moon?”

“Not the Earth moon, but there’s a little moon in the Cassiopeia system he wrapped in ribbons once.”

“Wow,” Amy sighs in amazement, and the Doctor once again agrees with his companion. He did offer River a moon? He can understand now why she thinks he doesn’t love her yet. He’s not ready for that - he has offered her little adventures at night, put on his best suits and bowties, he even got rid of one or two hats for her, but a moon? He didn’t even think it would be a thing she would like. Clearly he still has a lot to know.

“Is it...” Amy hesitates asking as he tries to realise everything he still has to learn, “You said you meet in the wrong order, but are you walking in complete opposite directions?”

“No, not really, it’s more complicated than that. But I can feel I’m getting nearer to my end of the line - and to his beginning.” 

“But you still meet him sometimes? The older Doctor you’re talking about, who loves you and gives you moons?”

There is a pause that is longer than he would imagine. When she breathes out her answer, the pain is palpable. “Sometimes…”

He wishes he could change it, and from that moment on he swears he will do everything he can; maybe he can’t change what will happen to her, that has already happened to him, but he will do his best to offer her the past she deserves.

And he knows he’s ready to love her.

From this moment on it doesn’t stop. He has always thought that once he realises he loves her it would be it, but of course he was wrong and River was right. His realisation wasn’t the end of a mystery but the start of a new search. His feelings just grow, bigger and bigger everyday as he knows her better and lets himself loves her properly.

He’s already in love with her when Amy’s kidnapped. He’s angry she’s refused to come on Demon Runs, but then she tells him who she really is - a Pond, his friends’ daughter, and a bit time-lord-y. It explains a lot, how she can travel in time so easily, why she’s so clever, how she can keep up with his crazy ideas. She’s perfect and more, more than anything he could have ever imagined. 

It’s a chance he’s already fallen for her when he meets her darkest side - Melody Pond, the woman who kills him. He knows it’s the reason why she manages to kiss him dead so easily, but it’s also the reason why he manages to find the right words that eventually frees her and makes her save him. 

She kisses him alive and gives all her life to him. Again. His hearts burst at the thought.

There’s nothing to stop her. Whatever they do, wherever they find themselves, she always gives him something, saves his life in a way or another, and brings him more than he can imagine. And each time his love grows.

He can’t be like her. He doesn’t have the words, doesn’t have the courage. But he does the best he can to show her. 

He runs into the brightest suns and brings her pieces of stars. He finds the best flowers and makes her the most amazing bouquets. He buys collections of archaeological devices, primitive statues, books about earthquakes and volcanos, thousand theses of her favourite professors; he even manages to gain ownership on a planet for her to be the only one to excavate (they find ghosts and a new energy power and fill the blanks of thousands years of history, and the smile on her face the whole while is the only reward he needs). He comes back in time and makes the most famous painters do her portrait, the most famous poets write her sonnets, the most famous musicians compose songs in her name. He travels in the whole galaxy and names cities, stars, planets, hills and battlefields in after her - she rolls her eyes at him each time she finds one, but the smile that follows tells him it really pleases her. Eventually he finds the moon she’s told Amy about, a little asteroid turning around the prettiest planet, and the amazement when she discovers he has wrapped it up is even better than everything he has imagined.

No, it doesn’t stop. And even if he knows their story will, and even if he knows one day they will reach an end, he has this certainty; his love doesn’t, and it will never end.

_ the end _


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